The opening sentence for the March 4th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “I know it’s only been three weeks…” thought Angie as she once again spent her lunch break staring out the window in anticipation of his return.

In her mind she recalled his words as clear as the moment he said them. “I’ll be back for you.”

Leaving her in the workhouse had been cruel in so many ways. Angie was not brought up on hard work and every day the prospect loomed in front of her of working dawn till dusk on the giant loom. She knew this place was dangerous as only yesterday Esta her work companion had caught her hand in the machinery and so badly damaged it that before help arrived she bled to death. It wasn’t that help wasn’t there it was the supervisor running around insisting that work continue while help was coming. But it didn’t come and when they realised Esta had died she was taken away and another girl was there in her place.

“This is a terrible place,” thought Angie turning away from the window. “I hope he comes sooner than later.”